Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 17:56:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Country Boy
Subject: The Naked Woods, part 2
Hey there, it's me again! I had some positive feedback from part one of
this little story and so I thought I'd keep it goin'. If you enjoy yourself
reading this (and I sure hope you do), please let me know. You can reach me
at countryboy42004. If I got you off, I would be most pleased to hear about
it.
The Naked Woods
Part 2
By Country Boy 4
I woke up feeling very, very horny. At 15, that happens a lot. I was just
wearing my briefs under the covers (I know a lot of the other guys wear
boxers these days, but I can't stand `em, my balls stick to the insides of
my legs when I get sweaty down there and in briefs it's all supported
properly), so it was easy to stick my hand in and start playing with
myself. After meeting Tommy in the woods yesterday and giving and getting
my very first blow job, I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. I
thought about it again this morning as my dick started to harden up. Funny,
just yesterday I was referring to it as a penis all the time (being a
straight A student and all, I liked technical terms), and now, after
sucking on Tommy's wiener, I think of it by lots of other names. It makes
me feel sexier to call it a dick, or a wiener, or Polska kielbasa, or even
a snot shooter. Mmm, just thinking of those names makes it even harder. My
balls are tight in their little sack and I'm about to bust a nut just
getting off on myself. I figure I might as well have a good ol' time before
breakfast, so I kick off my sheet and pull down my tented-out snake cage. I
kick the undies off with my feet and lay there all naked and happy, playing
with my pubes, and rubbing my hand around my scrawny little chest. I ain't
worried about being skinny no more, `cause I got off on seeing skinny ol'
Tommy in the woods yesterday, all naked and hard and getting wet from the
spit I was slurping onto his cock. Cock -- there's another word I hadn't
used before. That Tommy has had some effect on me, I guess. Running my
finger over my right nipple, I noticed it got hard. Huh, just like my dick,
isn't that weird? I didn't know nipples could get hard. I wonder, can they
spit out cum? I guess that would be too much to hope for -- shooting cum
out of both nipples and your hard dick at the same time. It would paint a
nice picture if it really could happen! I start right in on pinching my
nipple, twisting it a little even. Mmmm, feels real sexy. Makes me all warm
and happy like. My dick is standing up just as proud as if it was coming in
first in a relay race and...
"Hey, whatcha doin'?"
"God damn it Bobby! Don't you never knock before you come into a room with
a closed door?"
Bobby's my 13-year-old brother and he sure doesn't have any manners
sometimes. Just as quick as I can, I'm grabbing the sheet and covering up
my nudity so I won't be too embarrassed that he caught me all naked and
hard and hot.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out riding bikes today. Ya don't
gotta yell at me!"
"Well, you just surprised me, that's all. Maybe I'll ride with ya later,
but I'm kinda not up yet."
"Looks to me like you're `up.' You got a stiffy pushin' your sheet clear up
off yer lap!"
"So what if I do? Ain't yer business!"
"I's jes sayin', is all. My dickie gets stiff too sometimes, ya know. It
ain't that odd."
"Maybe not, but it's like a private thing."
"That tickles me, callin' it a `private thing' when yer talkin' about yer
privates!"
He laughed at his little joke, but I wasn't feeling very amused. Bobby
interrupted my good time and now my dick was going back down to normal
size, resting comfortably, yet disappointedly against my right thigh.
"Don't be mad at me, Bryan. I'm sorry I came in without knockin', but I jes
didn't think it would matter is all. I'm yer brother. I seen you in the
morning in bed before. I even seen you in the shower."
"You got me there, little guy. But still, I was kinda into something that I
didn't want interrupted."
"What was ya doin'?" he asked, all innocent like. I began to wonder if he
even knew what to do with his own dick. I reckon if he didn't, I might as
well tell him about it, so's he could have his fun too in his own room.
"Come over and sit down then, Bobby. I'll tell ya what I was doin', but ya
gotta swear you ain't gonna say nothin' to Mom or Daddy. It ain't for
everybody to know about."
Bobby walked over to my bed and sat down next to me. I was sitting up now,
with my back propped up by the pillow.
"I won't say nothin'. I like secrets!"
I knew that was true. Bobby caught me one time with my hand in Mom's
pocketbook. I was taking out a dollar for a candy bar down at the Piggly
Wiggly and he didn't say anything about it when I told him to keep his
mouth shut. Of course, I had to take out a second dollar, so he could get
something too.
"Okay, I'm serious now. This is stuff you don't know about yet, but it's
real cool and you're gonna enjoy it a lot."
"Tell me, tell me! I can't stand it when you draw out your explainin'! Jes
git on with it."
"Okay then. What I was doin' was playin' with myself. Some people call it
different things, like jackin' off or beatin' the meat or even climbin' the
mountain with yer fingers."
"That's funny," he said, giggling a little bit at the thought of walking up
a hill on your fingertips, I guess. "Why do you do that anyways?"
"'Cause it feels real good. You can get all tingly and warm and it makes
you feel so happy, like Christmas morning."
"As good as that? That's hard to believe!"
"Well, it's true. It's jes about the best feelin' you cin ever get."
"Huh. Fer real?"
"I wouldn't lie to ya, little guy. Ya really gotta try it an' you'll see
what I mean."
Bobby started pullin' off his shorts (he never did have any modesty, or
sense of occasion) and I started to protest, thinking I was just going to
tell him about it, not watch him do it. But then, I thought to myself "Hey,
if the kid wants to play with himself in front of me, why should I stop
him?" I was kind of curious about what his dick would look like hard
anyway. Yesterday, I saw one that was on a 14-year-old boy, so why not see
a 13-year-old wiener today? Well, he pulls the top of his undies down and
starts to paw all over his little pecker.
"It don't feel so great. I don't see what you're all fired excited
about. It sure ain't like Christmas!"
"Yer doin' it wrong! Ya don't jes push it around like that! Ya gotta stroke
it all gentle like."
"Whadda ya mean?"
"Oh criminy! You cin be so dumb sometimes!"
"Jes `cuz I don't get good grades like you don't mean you gotta insult me,"
he said, kind of pouting a bit.
"Don't get all upset, I didn't mean to hurt your feelins. Here, let me show
you what I mean." Before I knew it I had my right hand on my little
brother's dick, rubbing it softly. "See, ya gotta touch it nice, like ya
mean to make friends with it. Like a neighbor's cat out in the yard."
"Oh," he said, kind of getting the idea, I figured, `cause his eyes were
sort of misting over. Just the fact that I was helping my little brother
learn about how to make his trouser trooper feel good started to make me
get hard again. And, of course, Bobby doesn't miss a trick.
"Yer sheet is risin' up again."
"Yeah, and yer dick is gettin' a little bigger too. Why don't you take over
for a while?"
I pulled my hand back and slipped it under my sheet, making friends with my
own self again. Bobby was starting to understand what I meant about being
gentle with himself, `cause he was running his fingers up and down his
shaft and, just by instinct I suppose, he started to cup his balls in his
left hand.
"It does feel pretty nice. But not like Christmas."
"Keep tryin'. Soon it'll get nice and hard and the feelin's gonna change a
bit. You'll get kinda sensitive and it'll be real nice."
"Cin I see yours? Jes' so I know I'm doin' it right?"
"Well, I ain't got no clothes on at all, so if you wanna see mine, you're
gonna have to be like me, all naked."
"All naked? Nothin' on at all?"
"If you want Christmas mornin' feelins, that's the way it's gonna work
best."
Bobby didn't need any prodding from me. He figured I knew what I was
talkin' about, being his older brother, and a straight A student at
school. He whipped his shirt off over his head and pullin' his underwear
down right off his little legs. I noticed he didn't have any pubic hair at
all yet and his smooth little boy balls were kind of mouth-watering, if you
know what I mean. So, since he played by the rules, I went ahead and kicked
off my sheet again. His mouth about dropped open when he saw my dick was
all big and hard.
"Hey, you got some hair around your dick, and even some on your balls!"
I told you Bobby didn't miss a trick.
"Yeah, that's what happens when you get older. You start to grow hair
around your privates, and even in your underarms."
"Really? Am I gonna get hair all over too?"
"Probly. Sit up here and let's compare what we got."
He scooted his way up the bed to sit next to me, propping up his back on
the same pillow I was using. We both held onto our wieners and showed `em
off. He must have liked the view, `cause his peter was really firm now. It
seemed to be about four inches or so, although I didn't have a ruler handy
to check for sure. His little balls were not dropped down as low as mine
and they were completely smooth all over, not one hair anywhere on `em. I
had some little blond hairs on my balls, and some pubes up at the top of my
dick. Both my nipples were hard just looking over at Bobby and realizing
that we were sharing something kind of special here, naked and hard and
having some boy fun together. His nipples were really pink, whereas mine
were a little bit darker. I suppose that's another thing that changes as
you get older.
"Hey, you were right, this is really starting to feel great!"
"I told ya! And it cin get even better."
"Cin I touch you there?"
"Well, I s'pose you cin, but you gotta let me touch you down there
too. Fair's fair."
"Okay, let's see what that's like, to hold onto each other's wieners."
So that's what we did. And you know, it turned out to be a real good idea,
`cause having another boy's hand wrapped around your cock brings about a
whole new sensation. It's like double the good feeling. And to be holding
another boy's pecker in your own hand feels a wicked kind of naughty. I
liked that a good deal. I was feeling Christmas coming on real fast. I
wondered if I could get him to lick it or put it all the way in his mouth,
but I wasn't sure if he'd be ready for that yet, so I just stroked on him
for a bit. His hand was playing around with me in a real sweet way, and he
started to reach over with his other hand and play with my balls a bit. He
was running his little fingers on `em so soft it was making me squirm a
little. It's like when you get tickled in your sides and you start to move
away before the fingers reach out for you again. Just knowing what's coming
makes you react. Well, having his little fingers on my balls, touching the
little hairs I had there was causing me to feel tickled in a whole new
way. I took my left hand and started tracing little circles around his
nipples, and then I reached down my head a bit and started to blow on
`em. They hardened right up!
"Hey! That feels weird!"
"Don't you like it?"
"I didn't say I didn't like it, I just said..." but now his breathing was
getting funny and he couldn't really finish his thought.
I blew on the nipples again, and then stuck my tongue out hard as a little
tree branch and licked it over each one of his nubbins. He about went
through the bed, he was pushing his butt down so hard. He stuck out his
chest to meet my tongue and he let out a little groan.
"Ain't that nice?" I asked him.
"Y-yeah. I don't know how to explain the way that..." but he was gone
again, not able to finish another sentence. I think Bobby really liked what
big brother was teaching him about feeling good.
"Does it feel like Christmas mornin' yet"
"It feels, um, it um, well, mmmm..."
Bobby's not big on vocabulary in the first place, but I think this wasn't
exactly an English lesson anyway.
"Why don't you do it to me fer a minute?"
He's such an easy one to talk into things. I had him eat a dead fly once,
telling him it would taste like a raisin and he chewed it right up without
question. He scooted over a bit and put out his tongue. He wasn't real
coordinated about it, but he got me feeling good nonetheless. His little
tongue was flicking in and out and my nipples were hard and straight like
they really wanted to shoot out cum or something, even if they really
couldn't. I moaned a bit at the really good feelings and that made him do
it even harder. His tongue was licking at me now, first one nipple and then
the other one, getting all sloppy wet with his spit. I liked it a lot. Man,
this sex stuff was just about the best thing ever! I started in on his dick
again, wrapping my fist around it. My fist was bigger than his dick, but it
fit nice anyway. He started bucking his hips again and let out a little
squeal, so I knew he was going to experience Christmas in August just about
any minute. That's when I really went to town on him. I pushed his head
back and put my mouth right on down on his left nipple, reaching over him
with my naked chest. I was stroking on his peter with my left fist `cause
that's the only way this was going to work with my right arm kind of stuck
under me. I was letting that fist fly over his little boy dick and it was
making me hot. Funny how when you're not even touching your own cock it can
get hard as a TV remote control. Bobby was squirming around something
fierce and saying unintelligible things like "ung and ahg" and so I thought
it was about time to kick this into high gear. I licked both of his nipples
in turn while flailing away on his bare naked boy dick, pounding on his
tight little balls with my fist on every downstroke. He was breathing so
hard I thought he'd run clean out of breath. Finally, Christmas was here
and it was time to run on downstairs to open up the presents. Little Bobby
was leaking water out of his eyes and his fists were all clenched up. Then,
he lifted his hips up off the mattress and said something that sounded
liked:
"Holy Jeezumszowie! It's a gah!"
He let loose with a high-pitched squeal that made me glad our parents went
to work early. We were all alone in the house, in my bedroom, sitting on my
bed completely naked and he was pushing warm, runny stuff right out the top
of his dickhead. It was flowing down over my fingers and I noticed his toes
were curled up like they wanted to push their way into the soles of his
feet. Well, that about wore me out and I pulled back my hand `cause it was
cramping up a bit. I looked at his clear, runny cum and sniffed at it for a
second. Then, I figured "what the hell" and started licking it all off my
fingers and the inside of my hand. Bobby was just breathing heavy and his
skinny little chest was rising and falling like he'd just run a mile
through snow. I figured I done a good job teaching him about how to feel
real good in a naked horny way.
"Well," I asked him, "is it Christmas mornin'?"
"Mmmmm, I got more than I wanted and Santa brought me much more than I
expected."
"So that's what I was doin' when you walked in. Understand now why I wish
you'd knocked?"
"I reckon I do, but all the same, I'm awful glad I came bargin' in! Are you
gonna pee out some of that clear stuff too now?"
"Well, mine's a bit more on the white side, but yes, I sure would like to
turn it loose."
"Let me watch it."
Having an audience sounded like a good idea to me. It kind of made me
tingle all over knowing he was waiting to see me shoot. I grabbed onto my
dick with my right hand and started beating it like it was potatoes that
needed to be mashed. I pinched my nipples with my left hand, first one and
then the other, pumping wildly on my super-hard cock. Bobby was sitting
there watching and I was so hot knowing he was looking at his older brother
completely naked and stroking on his big ol'dick. He licked his lips a
little like he was hungry and his eyes got wider as my breathing got more
shallow.
"I'm gonna shoot it! I'm gonna cum! Oh my god, I'm gonna..."
That's when my dick let loose and spit out a big ol' glob of cocksnot high
into the air, coming back down to land on my neck. I had never shot that
far when I was doing this by myself, so I knew that having another boy to
play with was definitely the best way to go about it. The rest of my cum
wasn't near as powerful, but it felt like I was blowing the roof off the
house. I shot out of my hard dick and the cum landed all over my belly. I
stopped stroking and just laid back for a minute, panting like our dog does
when he's really thirsty.
"Wow," bobby said. Your stuff is white and thicker than mine and it shot
clear up to your neck."
"Yeah, that's a personal best for me, so far."
"Since you licked up mine, I'm gonna lick up yours too." And that he
did. He stuck his tongue out and licked all over my sticky belly, then he
went north and licked up the gooey mess I'd made on my neck. His tongue
tickled me a bit, but it also felt very, very nice. I was pretty happy now
that my little impolite brother hadn't knocked on my door this morning. He
licked his lips and rubbed the rest of the cum he didn't get in his mouth
all over my belly.
"Bryan?" he asked, all small-voiced like.
"Yeah Bobby?"
"Cin we do this again sometime?"
"You bet we can. But you gotta remember not to say anything to anyone about
it. It's private stuff, just between us."
"It makes me really happy to have a secret with you. I think you're the
greatest brother ever!"
"Well, you're pretty neat too, boy. Now let's go get a shower and we'll see
about goin' bike ridin'."
We trudged off naked to the bathroom and I was thrilled to see his little
ass cheeks wiggle when he walked in front of me. Philadelphia may be the
city of brotherly love, but a little of that just found its way to Mullens,
West Virginia.